Peak physical human ability (droped)

final boss??

Eraser Head continued to repel villains at the central plaza, his movements swift and precise, his eyes flicking from one enemy to the next. The clash of metal and the cries of the defeated echoed through the air, a symphony of chaos. Suddenly, a figure stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of all around. Tomura Shigaraki, the ringleader, grinned menacingly as he approached.

With a swift motion, Shigaraki lunged at Eraser Head, his Decay Quirk crackling with deadly energy. Eraser Head barely had time to react before he felt a sharp pain in his elbow. He retreated quickly, cradling his damaged arm, his mind racing. Shigaraki's mocking voice cut through the din, pointing out the weakness of Eraser Head's Quirk while begrudgingly complimenting his tenacity.

"You've lasted longer than I expected," Shigaraki sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.Eraser Head's breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to maintain his composure. His vision blurred for a moment, and Shigaraki's words echoed in his mind. "It's your hair," Shigaraki said, his tone almost playful. "When it drops, it means you've stopped using your Quirk. You're having to blink more often. Don't push yourself too hard, now. You might just fall apart. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

Eraser Head gritted his teeth, the pain in his elbow a constant reminder of his vulnerability. He glanced around, assessing the situation. The villains were closing in, their eyes filled with bloodlust. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even for a second.

Shigaraki's voice cut through the chaos once more. "That annoying Quirk of yours isn't suited for drawn-out fights against big groups, is it? Don't you think you're a little out of your element here, Eraser Head? You're much better at working stealthily. You're known for surprise attacks, not fighting head-to-head."

Eraser Head's chest heaved with the effort of staying on his feet. He knew Shigaraki was right. This wasn't his element. But he couldn't back down. Not now. Not when his students' lives were on the line.

"But despite knowing that, you didn't hesitate to jump into the middle of this fight," Shigaraki continued, a twisted smile on his lips. "To put your students at ease."

A monstrous figure loomed behind Shigaraki, its eyes gleaming with malevolence. Eraser Head's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the true extent of the threat he faced.

"And look at you," Shigaraki said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. "You're still standing! You really are so cool!"

Eraser Head's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. He couldn't let Shigaraki's words get to him. He had to stay focused.

"Oh, by the way, hero," Shigaraki said, his grin widening. "I am not the final boss."Before Eraser Head could react, the monstrous villain charged at him, its roar shaking the very ground beneath their feet. He braced himself, ready for the fight of his life, knowing that he had to hold on just a little longer. For his students. For the future.

Before Aizawa could intervene, a young man stepped forward. Shigaraki's eyes narrowed in fury as he saw the boy appear in front of the Nomu. "You think you can block my final boss, you punk?" he spat, venom lacing his words. A twisted grin spread across his face as he chuckled. "Trying to play hero now, are we? Hero brat. You might have handled the nobodies, but you'll die now."